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Sunday, December 02, 2007

Widower


From a packet full
of ashen bones,
a genie's jar of juju
he sows tomorrow
in dark shallow mounds
soft as his dead wife's bosom.

Herons dance down the rain
lucky bamboo soars,
he crouches by the river
pens the past in lemon juice
feeds it to the roiling water
buries himself deep in shadow.

Cloudwebs string a silent code
across the humpback moon,
silhouettes withdraw at dawn
he collects unrooted dreams
moils his way upstream.






Sunday Scribblings
prompt: Walk

20 comments:

arboleda said...

your words are interesting and fine!

Just Jen said...

Very sad and full of mourning. Beautiful imagery

Jo said...

Beautifully chosen words which really moved me.

Rob Kistner said...

I enjoyed the ethereal dreamlike imagery and essence of this piece!

iamnasra said...

Herons dance down the rain
lucky bamboo soars,
he crouches by the river
pens the past in lemon juice
feeds it to the roiling water
buries himself deep in shadow.
that part I liked the most

Linda said...

I use the word "moil" all the time in Scrabble. How cool to see it used here in such a beautiful, if sad, way! Love this poem!

Preethi said...

very touching

mks said...

Beautiful. Simply Beautiful in a sad and mournful way but very nicely put it felt very real.

paisley said...

pens the past in lemon juice....

to be read later,, and savored yet again... very beautiful.....

Frances said...

Thanks for stopping by scribble.
Yours is amazing.
The images that came to mind when I read:
Cloudwebs string a silent code
across the humpback moon,
I tell you I felt as if I were right next to him.
Have a wonderous week,
Frances
http://blogforth.com

June said...

I'm left speechless. This is beautiful.

UL said...

As always superb, Sue. I havent had a chance to read posts since Thanksgiving, but I am glad to catch up..I loved the memories.

Whitesnake said...

Makes me feel like you understand me better than I do.

khambagirl said...

Wonderful imagery in your poem. I like the line, "he collects unrooted dreams" -- hopefully he will be able to dream dreams again...

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gautami tripathy said...

Poignantly beautiful..

gautami

Poppy Fields said...

I was touched by your words in this poem.

tongue in cheek said...

painted poetry that is what you are!

Anonymous said...

absolutely wonderful! thank you for sharing!!

Dee
http://pavinganewroad.wordpress.com

La Page Fran├žaise said...

A beautiful poem.

susan said...

I enjoyed your vocabularly- words that aren't apart of my experience. Appreciated the sentiment they convey as well. Thanks for the read.